Story Summary: After a metaphysical awakening, Hyde develops the ability to telepathically connect with a single stranger. What he doesn't expect is that the girl that he shares the connection with, a rich cheerleader with a complicated past, will forever alter his views on life and love.

Authors Note: This idea came to me after watching the 2014 movie 'In Your Eyes'. If you have not seen it, I highly recommend it not only to make this story more understandable but also because it's quite impressive on its own. :) The prologue takes place when Hyde and Jackie are kids but the main chunk of the story will take place in 1976, around the time 'That 70s Show' began. For this story, Jackie lives in California with her parents and Hyde lives in Point Place with Bud and Edna. Other characters will come into play but this story is, ultimately, a Jackie/Hyde romance. Please review and let me know what you think of this idea. :)

Rating: Rated T for swearing and violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own 'That 70s Show' or 'In Your Eyes'. This story will be a crossover using the characters of 'That 70s Show' and the premise of 'In Your Eyes'. There are lyrics and mention of the song "The End" by The Doors.

Point Place Wisconsin-1969

Hyde thrust his hands into his pockets and waited, impatiently, for his moment.

The wall of graffiti behind him, also home to Grooves Record Store, was the last obstacle in his quest.

His dads aviators slid down his nose and he, casually, nudged them back into place. He pulled his jean jacket, a pathetic shield for the winter winds of Wisconsin, tightly around chest. It would all be worth it, he told himself, once he made it out alive.

Droves of hippies and burnouts flocked in and out of the record store. Some stopped to point and laugh at him. They called him a scruffy haired kid and told him to go back to the playground.

"Whatever, man." Was his only reply.

Seeing how packed the store had become, he took his shot. Straightening, a cool expression on his face, he marched inside. The smooth tones of Procol Harum played from the store speakers. He squeezed past a hot hippy chick. Her hair hung down to her butt and her colorful dress covered most of her body. She danced to her own psychedelic trip, eyes closed, and ran her fingers through his afro as he passed by.

He smirked. Acid stoners amused him.

Reaching the Rock section, he stopped. Following the alphabetical tabs to "D", he immediately found his objective.

The Doors.

The album may as well have glowed between his grubby fingers. From the intricate photo of Morrison on the front cover to the electrifying track list on the back, Hyde was intoxicated. He traced the song titles from "Break on Through" to "The End". It represented everything that he wasn't supposed to be.

He fucking loved it.

Eyes darting around the store, he examined his options. Customers lined the walls of the small space. The music kept a strong volume and chatting teenagers made up for any dips in sound. Behind the counter stood a man in a long beard and dreadlocks. He worked here, supposedly, but never looked up from his Rolling Stone magazine. The smokey haze never quite left his side.

Hyde slipped the record between the folds of his jean jacket. Confident in his endeavor, he stepped past the dancing hippies and around the jamming Rastafarians. He reached the front door and took a triumphant step onto the sidewalk.

"Home free." He muttered with a snicker.

"Hey kid, you hafta pay for that ya know!"

Crap.

He made the mistake of turning around. An older woman in a short bob and hot pink dress stared back. One hand held a Chubby Checker album. The other pointed at him.

He bolted. Voices sounded behind him but he didn't bother looking back. He pumped his legs hard through the piles of snow and slush. His lungs protested, loudly, and his chest burned. The frigid winter air felt good on his sweaty skin.

Spying the corner up ahead, Hyde made a plan. Foremans' house was only a few blocks away. He just had to lose his pursuers. Rounding the corner, he sped up. That was when he hit ice. His sneakers, years old and lacking traction, slid out from underneath him. Before he knew it, he no longer had contact with the ground. The air held him in a frozen state. Time stopped. His vision blurred and the sky, a bright blue today, merged with the hazy image of something else.

A small hand, tan in color, reached higher towards a shelf much taller than the girl it belonged to. She stood, fearlessly, on her tip toes and thrust upwards until her fingertips touched a smooth surface. Wrapping around the hidden object, she pulled her arm back to reveal a cream colored unicorn statue. Smiling, she ran her thumb over the smooth texture and savored the curves of its tail. Childish glee enveloped her as she flew the glass unicorn through the air in long dramatic swoops.

An angry voice interrupted her giggles. She startled and stilled the statue midair.

"Jacqueline, if I find you in my office you are in big trouble!"

With an audible crack, Hyde was blinded. He closed his eyes and grabbed his right arm. The pain radiated from his wrist all the way up to his shoulder. It throbbed to the touch. When he opened his eyes, again, he was lying on the sidewalk. A crowd looked on as two cops stood beside him.

"Alright, son. Nice try. Now lets get you to the hospital." The officer leaned down and picked him up. The pain intensified with the sudden movement. Hyde ground his teeth to avoid screaming. "Don't worry, we'll call your parents as soon as we get there."

He pinched his eyes closed.

A broken arm was nothing compared to what Bud would do to him.

Over 2000 miles away, at that very same moment, a tiny brunette girl screamed.

She fell to the floor of her parents' mansion and clutched her right arm.

"Jacqueline, what is going on?" A large man, wearing a suit and tie, stormed into the office and stood over her. She writhed on the solid wood floor. Holding her arm close, tears fell freely from her mismatched eyes.

"Daddy, it hurts!"

It did hurt. This was beyond any skinned knee or splinter she had ever had. She just wanted it to stop. Pleading for help, she looked up at her father.

Instead, Jack Burdhardts eyes locked on the shattered glass surrounding her. He leaned down and picked up the partially broken head of a unicorn.

His eyes narrowed and his voice became a searing whisper. "What did I say about touching your mothers things?"

His face red with anger, he stood and walked back into the hallway.

"Esmerelda, clean up this mess before Pam gets home."

Jackie, still stunned from the pain, scooted to the wall and braced against it. Panting through the sharp pulses in her arm, she found comfort in the lyrics to a song that she could not recall hearing until that very moment.

"Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land"